The Secret to Everything

The secret of everything
is to fake it
to pretend it
to say "I feel good"
when you really should be saying
"please, help me."

The natural thing
is to pretend
things are alright
but yet they aren't.

It's like Romeo and Juliet,
you love someone,
then they are exiled,
and then they kill themselves
because they can't live without each other.

But why am I writing this?
I'm bored,
yet the secret to everything,
is to say,
that I'm alright,
and the real thing is,
am I?
But I'm.
I'm happy.
Or so I believe.